To see

Body the colour of sunshine
hair raven black
silken, brushed with her hand, back
On the spring time sands, reclined
As the waves lap
And as the morning slides into noonday
and as the father and children play
at the shore
she turns over, rejoins them,
and they swim some more
The water makes them hungry
And they walk up the grass
There is a store, a meal and drink
Served in a glass
To the garden in the heat of afternoon
The sun sets on them joking
It sets perhaps too soon
Home, homeward bound
On the trains, a soft clacking sound
Silver moonlight after a golden day
In the night time again they play
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